Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Her mood is terrible now, and she really doesn’t have the energy to deal with this group of journalists. She has been suppressing herself from saying these words. The fact that she hasn’t directly hit them is already their luck.

No manners?

Does Tong Yan intend to get rough with them?

This group of journalists kept murmuring to themselves, wondering if it was because she became famous and started acting like a diva?

She could only become famous because they kept exposing her; otherwise, how could she have made it big?

They are practically her benefactors, so how could she treat them like this? Has she forgotten who they are just because she became famous?

With this thought, the journalists started to feel uncomfortable, and the words they spoke became more aggressive.

”Tong Yan, why did you suddenly leave the crew? Is it because you became famous and started acting like a diva?”

”What do you mean by no manners? Can you elaborate?”

”Where are you going now? Are you having an affair with Bo Yimo...”

Hearing this name, Tong Yan’s heart ached, feeling like it was going to crack open. She just wanted some peace, but instead, they were buzzing around her like flies, repeatedly mentioning her Yimo.

Yimo, Yimo. Yimo...

Tong Yan’s heart ached more and more, and combined with the fact that she hadn’t slept all night, she was physically and mentally exhausted. Her vision went black, and she fainted.

The other journalists were stunned.

For a moment, they didn’t know how to react and became flustered.

The surrounding onlookers saw this and started pointing and loudly commenting.

”Look, the journalists drove the celebrity to faint!”

”Exactly, exactly. Look at how aggressive the journalists were just now, so overbearing. It’s not like there’s a blood feud, is it necessary to be so forceful?”

”Right, right, the celebrity clearly asked them to move aside earlier, but the journalists wouldn’t let them, I always disliked journalists—never giving celebrities any personal space, it’s too unethical...”

...

People tend to sympathize with the weak.

If Tong Yan hadn’t fainted, with this situation just now, she would have been severely criticized.

This isn’t an illusion; it’s a foreseeable future.

But with Tong Yan fainting, everything changed.

Soon, an ambulance arrived, carried her onto the vehicle, and sped away.

The journalists looked at each other, now wondering what to do. The diva behavior they captured was clearly explosive news, but now that Tong Yan fainted, if they reported it, they would be digging their own grave.

So, was it all for nothing?

Of course, it wasn’t for nothing.

Because some onlookers filmed what just happened and uploaded it online, causing a huge reaction.

Everyone started criticizing.

”I’ve never seen journalists like this before, didn’t they see our Little Fatty looking so pale, yet they were still pressing aggressively, how uncultured.”

”The journalists have no sense of judgment, I suggest such journalists should have their licenses revoked and never be journalists again.”

”I’ve always disliked journalists before, they infiltrate everywhere, snooping on privacy every day, they have no morals, what kind of people are these, driving someone to faint from asking questions.”

”Agreed, they love writing nonsense, and a big part of the bad atmosphere in the entertainment industry is due to them.”

...

For a moment, everyone was condemning the journalists, and the comments were almost one-sided, all scolding the journalists.

So sometimes, whether something is good or bad can change in an instant.

The journalists were really miserable, because, after all, this is what this profession is about—digging into people’s privacy, and the audience loves it.

But now, because of this, they were being scolded like this, and they had no way to justify themselves.

At the Beijing City Hospital.

Tong Yan was sent into the hospital’s emergency room.